SJ: -Gasp- ANOTHER ONE?! OH NOOOOO! –Dum, dum, dum-

Roy: -Screams- THE WHOLE WORLD IS DOOMED! –Pauses, and looks at Marth- …Right?

Marth: -Slaps forehead-

XD Yeah. This is kinda like a random little chapter for the hopeful return of My Very Own Prince Charming. I've been thinking about reviving it, and this is just a little something to get my muse goin' on the upcoming scenes. These are just a few possibilities. (I –heart- the last one. XDD Don't be shy in telling me which ones you liked…or hated. –Sweatdrops-)

Enjoy. (AND YES THERE IS FLUFF as always…and more hints of action with a little bit of sword fighting during parts.)

Title: 'My Very Own Prince Dorky' Couples/Characters: Samarth; Zelink; PeachRoy

Summary: A little random snippet of scenes from my upcoming story, My Very Own Prince Charming. (10 snippets in all.)

Dedicated To: Sage of Downtown Hyrule. This is for you!

-SCENE 1-

"EEEEEEK!"

Her scream only makes my laughter grow, despite my struggles to stop. I manage to quiet myself down a little, but when my eyes fall on her swamp-monster-like form, the laughter only comes back full-force.

"SHUT-UP!" she fumes, face flushing under all the green goop covering it. "It's not that funny!"

I stifle my giggles, and say, "Oh, but Peachy, it is."

She glares at me, murder in her eyes.

I wind up just like her after a few screams, tackles, and hair pulling.

-SCENE 2-

Just kiss it, Samus, just kiss it.

I gulp hard, glaring down at the frog squirming in my hands with a wary look upon my face. A thought of giving the thing to Peach and let her kiss it crosses my mind, but my stubborn side immediately crushes it.

It's just a kiss! What could go wrong?

Later, when I'm staring at a naked—but cute…wait, NO—guy, I know.

"Hello," he acts like nothing is wrong, completely oblivious to the dark shade of red on my face, as he smiles widely, "I'm Prince Marth Lowell. Pleased to meet you."

I gape at him, my mouth moving, but nothing coming out. He continues to smile at me, and I almost feel like fainting when he moves a little closer to kiss my hand.

I scream and slap him.

"PERVERT!"

"Ow! W-Wha…?"

…It had been pure reflex.

Really.

-SCENE 3-

"Here, put these on," I shove the clothes into his arms, concentrating ONLY on his face and NOTHING else. I see Peach and the others staring at him with wide, awed eyes, and frown, adding, "Quickly…unless you want the group of girly-girls to keep on staring at your body."

He flushes, and grabs them, murmuring a little 'thank-you' and scooting into the bushes, disappearing from my view (and hopefully the others, too). I stand guard, just in case the girls try anything, and almost jump when I hear his voice again, calling out to me shyly.

"Are these…tights?" he questions, curiously.

I turn red, and force myself to stare at a mossy rock in front of me, a little wary to tell him that those were my brother's. (I knew Link would not be happy.)

"J…Just put them on, okay?"

-SCENE 4-

"Is she waking up?"

Peach frowns, poking the unconscious girl with a stick, earning nothing but a little groan. She shrugs.

"I don't know how to wake her up," she says, carelessly flicking her hair over her shoulder. She looks at the blue-haired prince and smiles, "but don't worry. We'll just leave her here and let somebody come back for her later."

He frowns. "All I had said was that I was to marry her…" he murmurs, scratching his head puzzedly. "Was that a wrong thing to do?"

"Ah, no, no, no! Samus is just…er…Samus!" Peach chirps happily, waving it off pleasantly. She scoots a little closer to him, twirling a lock of blonde hair with her finger, and putting on a curious expression, a sly smile on her lips. "But enough about her. What about you, Your Maj—"

"I know!" he exclaims, cutting her off and snapping his fingers. He grins, innocently. "I'll kiss her!"

The sly smile dies, and is replaced with a pure look of horror. "W-W-WHAT?"

He walks over to his unconscious future fiancée and smiles. "It shall be just like the story my Mother told me—in which the prince must kiss the princess to awaken her from a deep sleep!" he explains. He nods, confidently. "It is a flawless plan!"

"A-Ah…" she stutters, watching as he gently scoops Samus into his arms, and lowers his head towards hers.

Closer…closer…

"I KNOW HOW TO WAKE HER UP!" She screeches, making him freeze and look up at her in surprise. "JUST DON'T KISS HER!"

Samus's head moves a little and her eyes flutter open, sleepily.

"…Huh? Kiss…who?"

Peach shuts her mouth, staring at the girl with wide eyes as she slowly wakes up, her eyes landing on the prince holding her.

Oh no…are they going to…?

"YOU AGAIN? PERVERT!"

"A-Ah, m'lady, please, it's not like—"

SLAP.

She breathes a sigh of relief as Samus quickly leaps out of the prince's grasp, red-faced and furious.

…No. She's Samus, out of all people! Why should I be worried about them kissing?

-SCENE 5-

He's quick.

It's almost startling to see him move so fast, when at one moment he's only unsheathing his sword, and then suddenly the dummy isn't a dummy anymore with its head flying off and the hay stuffed inside floating everywhere.

I blinked and missed everything.

Link seems to think so too as he, once out of his daze, says, "You got to teach me some of those moves."

Marth grins a little, and nods, handing my brother his sword back. "I shall take that as a compliment…and I would be honored to."

This, however, doesn't seem to satisfy my brother as he nudges me and says, "Isn't he great, Sam? Then again, I guess that with all his money—after all, he's a prince—he could get some proper teaching, but…wow."

Great? I wonder, looking at the prince who looks back at me and smiles. Try amazing.

Of course I don't say this outloud, though. (My dignity would surely have a good chunk ripped out of it.)

But that doesn't mean I don't feel a twinge of guilt at seeing his face fall a little when I say, "Yeah…he's okay."

-SCENE 6-

"Y'know, I never really did get your name," I say, awkwardly, half-hoping he still isn't mad at me for insulting his sword skills. To my relief—or he's just good at hiding his hurt—he smiles calmly, turning away from watching Link show off his new techniques to a few giggling girls.

"That is true," he agrees, walking until he's standing in front of me and my place atop the fence, "and you did not tell me yours."

I try to smile. Just a bit. "So…I guess we didn't have a proper introduction?"

"No…I don't think so." He looks a little ashamed, and I can only guess that he's guilty for not telling me his name.

How could he, when I slapped him?

So, trying to cheer him up, I hold out my hand and blurt out, "Samus Aran."

He looks up and blinks. "Pardon?"

"My name," I say, hoping I don't look like a complete idiot, "is Samus Aran."

"Oh," is all he replies with, and he looks at my hand as if it is an alien form. Then something inside his head clicks, and he flushes, quickly taking my hand, and saying, "Pleasure to meet you, Lady Aran. My name is Marth Lowell, Prince of Altea."

To my amusement, he even does a little bow that makes me grin. When he rises back up again, I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Do you do that to all the ladies?" I ask, almost, to my surprise, teasingly.

He chuckles and shakes his head, slowly allowing himself to let go of my hand (and oddly I have to try not to show my disappointment). "It is only polite, Lady Aran."

"Don't call me that. 'Lady Aran' sounds…" I try to look for a proper word, but in the end all I can sigh is, "weird. Just…weird."

"Then what shall I call you?" he asks, looking a little troubled. He must not be used to this kind of a situation.

"Samus," I say firmly, "just like everybody else does."

He hesitates a little, and says softly, "…Even when we're married?"

I freeze, my plan to be 'friendly' fading before my very eyes.

Oh yeah…I forgot about that.

-SCENE 7-

"Link!" I cry, running forward in fear for my brother, only to be cut short by Marth. I glare fiercely at him, and try to push past him with little success. "Marth! Get out of my way!"

"And let you be hurt as well?" he hisses back, making me flinch a little at his angry tone—something he surely doesn't do a lot. He shakes his head and holds up his sword, his eyes darting back to the large, snarling wolf that now turns to face us. "No. Stay behind me!"

"I'm not a damsel in distress!" I growl, pushing his outstretched arm out of my way and trying to rush past him. "I don't need you hovering over me like I'm some kind of weak little girl, either!"

He grabs my arm again, sounding absolutely furious, "Samus, don't be so—"

"Stop."

The wolf stops growling; Marth and I stop yelling at each other long enough to look up at the doorway to the large, looming tower, and at the figure standing there. It's a woman, young and fair, with long blonde hair and striking blue eyes…

…eyes that are currently glaring at us.

For a moment, we're stunned. Even I don't take the chance to shove Marth out of the way and run to my brother.

It's only when the wolf starts growling again does Marth tense and take his stance again. The woman shakes her head and walks towards the wolf, placing a gentle hand upon its head.

"Stop," she says, and it obeys, slowly slinking back until it has gone back into the woods. I relax a little, but Marth stays tense, now glaring at the woman and not even daring to lower his sword.

"Who are you?" he asks, or, as I see it, demands.

Don't be stupid and try to sound manly, Marth, I think, seeing the woman's eyes narrow ever so slightly. This woman seems…cold.

"My name is Zelda," she says in a rather icy tone, snapping me out of my thoughts, "and it would be wise to lower your blade if you wish me to help your friend...Marth Lowell."

-SCENE 8-

"You…you what?"

"I love Zelda," Link repeats the three words calmly, looking at me as if he were only telling me what color the sky was. Then, after thinking a little, he adds, "A lot."

It's suddenly hard for me to speak, and all I can do is gape at him, my mouth dropped open.

He ignores me and sighs, almost dreamily. "She's just so…different." He makes a face and laughs good-naturedly. "Well, if I put like that, it doesn't make sense, does it? It's…hard to explain…what Zelda's like, I guess. Maybe saying that she's different from any girl I've ever met might fit her better…yeah. I think it does, don't you?"

I don't take in a word he says, and echoes stupidly, "Love?"

"Yes, love, Sam. I, as in Link, love, as in liking her more than a friend, Zelda, as in Zelda the sorceress who's traveling with us. Love, love, love. Got it?" he sighs, and shakes his head, turning away from me to poke at the fire. "Jeez…you need to get more sleep. I think your hearing is going out."

I look at Zelda, who's currently talking with Marth, and frown.

…Going out…

-SCENE 8.5-

I feel the anger seeping through me, making me quiver and my eyes burn; my hands slowly curl into fists, but I bite my lip and force myself to uncurl them.

Keep calm, keep calm.

She looks steadily at me, though I can see the doubt flicker through her eyes—a sign that she's not ready for what she's getting into.

Am I ready to let him go?

"I did not mean to hurt him, Samus," she says, her voice soft and barely over a whisper as she keeps my gaze carefully held with hers. "He means a lot to me, and I…"

He means a lot to me, too. Why are you so special?

"…I don't want to loose him."

"Neither do I," I mutter, practically glaring at her now, "but ever since you probably casted your damn spells on him, I already lost him. To you…a witch who doesn't even know how to freakin' treat others properly!"

The calm disappears, and the anger takes over. I see her eyes widen, her cool demeanor now gone, but I don't care, nor do I realize that she's almost on the verge of crying now. All I can do is yell, barely understanding what I'm yelling until I find myself bent over on the ground, crying and sobbing like a pathetic little baby.

I don't want to loose him. Why are you so special? Why…why are you…

Then I feel her wrapping her arms around me, pulling my sobbing self to her shaking form. I resist at first, but she merely hugs me, silently, until finally I can stand it no more.

I cry into her shoulder, and cry loudly at that. It's only when I feel my own shoulder becoming wet do I realize that she's crying, too, and I stifle my sobs to listen to her soft whimper.

"I…I tried…I tried…to c-control my p-powers…b-but I…I…couldn't…and now Link…oh, dear Goddess, L-Link is…"

She breaks down. I can only stare.

You…are special.

She stops her crying a little when she feels me wrap my arms around her, just like she did previously to me a few minutes ago. I close my eyes, and sigh the one thing that makes her stop her waterworks completely.

"…I'm sorry."

-SCENE 9-

I've never been camping before.

Link was always too busy to take me (sword training, working at the ranch), and when he had told me to go with Peach, the pink-clad girl automatically refused, afraid of what the wilderness could do to her hair and skin.

And if Peach refused, so did her followers—which were practically every girl (except me) in our village.

But as we set up camp beside a little lake, I can't help but smile at the sight of Zelda using her magic to make a fire, Link looking for firewood, and Marth…

"Is that supposed to be a tent?" I ask, grinning amusedly as he flinches and the whole thing falls down again.

"It was," he murmurs, standing up and shaking his leg to make a little bit of cloth get unstuck from his foot. He sighs and shakes his head. "I have only seen my brother set up a tent before…I have never truly tried to put it up." He shoots it a dirty look, as if all the blame is on it; I stifle a laugh as he grumbles, "Now I know how dangerous they are if you get stuck."

I look over at the piece of cloth and see the large gash going across the top…a gash just large enough for somebody to fit through.

Despite the fact that I know Link will be angry about his newly bought tent, I burst out laughing—I can't help it.

"Y-You got stuck?"

"Yes," he mumbles, the tips of his ears turning red, "yes, I did."

I shake my head at him, still grinning madly. "I thought royalty was too sophisticated to get themselves into situations like that!"

To my surprise, instead of laughing, he huffs dryly, "Then you thought wrong."

Ego, much?

I roll my eyes, much too tired to argue with him, and kick at the heap of 'doom' in my boredom, wondering if I should just wait for Zelda and Link to get the fire going, or to do something else (putting up the tent was a big no-no now, thanks to Marthy-boy).

Then I get an idea.

And when I get ideas, either good or bad things happen.

…Let's hope that this time, it's a good thing.

-SCENE 9.5-

I had seen him.

It had been late at night, with the moon high up in the sky, and the stars twinkling—y'know… all that crud. I hadn't been able to sleep thanks to Link's snoring, and the sensation of having a bug crawl onto my face every so often.

Believe me, seeing a bug on your face is not a good way to wake up.

So after smacking the little buggers off, I had turned around on my side so my back was facing the log, my eyes fluttering to a close sleepily when I saw him.

He was sitting opposite to me, wide-awake and in thought, poking at the fire with a long, skinny stick with the flames dancing in his eyes (quite a corny description if you ask me).

At first, I had only kept one eye open to look at him, hoping he wouldn't quite notice.

He noticed.

"Why are you awake, Samus?" he had asked, his violet eyes darting to meet mine. He had frowned and added, "It's late. You should be asleep—tomorrow we'll arrive at Altea."

I had sat up, yawning a little and rubbing my eyes to get my vision back.

"I'm…" another yawn, "…not sleepy."

"Yes, you are," he had said, obviously not convinced by my acting. Go figure. "What's wrong? You can't get to sleep?"

No. Not with my brother's snoring, and all the damn bugs—and you, just sitting like that across from me and looking like…like…you!

I would have liked to have said that. I truly would have.

But instead I had said, without thinking, "No, I can't…I think I have marriage jitters."

His expression had been priceless. Shocked, happy, confused, perplexed—plus a bit of red had made its way onto his cheeks, making him look all the more funnier…

…and cuter.

"What's the matter, Marth?" I had asked him after a long, awkward pause. I had smirked, not even getting a little tired of bugging him (as a friend and a fiancée), and scooted closer to him, trying not to blush myself when suddenly I found myself sitting beside him with our faces dangerously close. "Don't you have anything you want to say about that?"

His only reply had been to place his hand on my cheek, looking at me with a look I had not quite registered to be, and whispering softly.

"No…but I have something I want to do."

-SCENE TEN-

"C'mon, you stupid, no-good, headstrong, wants-to-be-heroic, idiotic prince! Get up!"

I stand up in my seat, forgetting about the Queen and King sitting in front of me in the large booth above, forgetting about the puffy, frilly dress that I had been forced to wear, forgetting about the fight Marth and I had, and forgetting about how this was a matter of 'pride and skill'.

'Pride and skill' my ass!

"S-Sam, don't…" Link starts, but I ignore him and continue to yell down to Marth's bent-over form, shaking my fist rather shakily at the sight of red staining the field.

"What happened to all your skills?" I yell down, leaning over the edge. "What happened to Mr. I'm-The-Best-Swordsman-Ever? Or are you just some guy that's too broken up about what I stupidly said?"

His form is still bent over, not showing any signs of hearing me, but at least his brother, and opponent, Roy has stopped his brutal assault to look up at me. I can only imagine he has a, 'What the hell are you doing, woman?' kind of look on his face, but I don't care.

I'm too busy glaring at Marth to really care at all.

Look at me damn it, I think furiously, my hands now clutching the railing tightly. Look at me!

He doesn't. He struggles to get up, reaching for his sword, but he keeps his head down, not bothering to even spare a glance at me. This only ticks me off more.

Fine. Then I'll make you look at me!

I take in a deep breath, my heart pounding in my ears from seeing so many eyes—so very, very many—on me, but none of which are his.

Then I scream, at the very top of my lungs, my voice echoing all through the air and the heavy silence over and over again.

"Marth Lowell, you bloody dumb ass! I love you!"

+Fin+